all I ask

all I ask

A Poem by Emily B
"

still playing with the words . . . not quite finished yet

"

Take me in strong hands.

Stretch me.

Bend me at your will.

 

Push past the coy words,

knead through the elusive nature,

hold tight to the woman

who sometimes wanders unnoticed

like a ghost in the night.

 

Wading through the tears

of the often lost and lonely,

I may forget to ask again--

make me your own.

© 2009 Emily B


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Every time I read this, I think of those old Play-Dough commercials or imagine myself baking bread with Julia Childs. Pliable people in pliable relationships is always best. I like how this poem is raw in its intent. The author emphatically states she wants to be stretched to, and perhaps beyond, the limits of her own space and no-time.
Untitled?? I think the work should be entitled: "When you have Play-Dough, anything goes!"

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Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I adore this piece. Deceptively simple in presentation, the passionate flowing of words presents our human eroticism pure and true without callous immorality. Love is needed. Desire is essential. The ardent fires of a woman and a man are rightly aflame. Superb. Superb. Superb.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I particularly liked that last stanza and the image of one wading through those tears.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it :) .... full with passion and tender at the same time

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the way you ended a very sentimental write....so surreal and passionate....I would rather say a very venation write...all a women would say...it shows very much of you...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i like the sort of soft malleable nature of your rythmns here.

you play with words and sentiment and it feels as natural as breathing.

if i were to offer any suggested alterations....

i would omit the "your" from the first line; i feel that the line could be a touch stronger as just

"take me in strong hands"

i love that you use "knead" as it does suggest a sort of femininity... a strong reworking.

this could be expanded but i don't feel like it really has to. you are laying yourself plain, a glimpse into a confession of vulnerability.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like Kufu says, there is an element of bread-kneading in the first stanza; the metaphors work well to convey your narrator's desire to be...no, not baked but...understood? challenged? held?
[d'oh - I stole 'knead' from your poem and only just noticed. oops]
As w.k.kortas says, this is a concrete piece of writing; the voice is strong, the language and images excellent, the message is something many of us can relate to - although you've made it very much your own.

Great poem Emily.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Every time I read this, I think of those old Play-Dough commercials or imagine myself baking bread with Julia Childs. Pliable people in pliable relationships is always best. I like how this poem is raw in its intent. The author emphatically states she wants to be stretched to, and perhaps beyond, the limits of her own space and no-time.
Untitled?? I think the work should be entitled: "When you have Play-Dough, anything goes!"

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

very fine, emily and passionate.!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This to me sounds like a head beating against the wall...for someone you wish would really get to know who you are, before it is too late and you move on to something or someone else.

Stretch me.
Take me in your hands.
Turn me this way and that.

Love these phrases, very expressive.

Tony

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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